Oh just thought I'd say I write to music, so I thought I'd recommend you know songs that might be cool to listen to while reading this-
Britney Spears- Everything (One of the only songs I like of hers )
Evanescence- My Immortal (I love, love, love this U)
DJ Sammy- Heaven (candle light mix) v
Kelly Rowland- Stole x
Or anything that's got a slow beat to you know the ones that sometimes make you cry. There's probably more but because I'm a die hard rocker there isn't many I know so you know use your own knowledge. Like I said I recommend it I think it goes really well with songs like them.
Wow I don't own much do I except the plot and my characters but anyway-
THANX FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS I LOVED HEARING FROM YOU!
CrazyGrl (and Luna)- Thanks for your long review it put a smile on my face, I was like wow she wrote so much about how she liked mine and Mariedarkholme's stories I bet when she reads it she'll be like wow too! Oh it's no biggy reviewing Marie and my story together she's a great writer too (love the fic halfway through!) And it can be frustrating when doesn't work. (oh by the way I love the 2nd language what does it mean it was so cool)
KaguyaEvenstar- gasps you'll have to find out! Thanks for the review I guess I've updated now! w
Kawaii-Q- Oh cool LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY you don't worry Hun I understand god your so lucky I'd love to go to Hong Kong. HAVE A GREAT VACATION don't worry about reviewing while your there as long as you have a great time. v
Marie Darkholme- Short and sweet thank you so much. u (halfway through your fic and loving it!)
ICE WOLF- short and demanding! Well here's the next chapter. .
Daniela- Thanks for your praise, yep I couldn't stop typing could I! I couldn't leave you guys on a cliff hanger. Oh and I think its so cool you speak two languages! My French and Spanish teacher despair of me.
A few Notes- I just like to say I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way, as I rely on what people have told me as I was not clear on the subject and assumed I was getting the facts, I guess thanks for pointing out my mistakes. BUT I think it was immature of you to assume I'm ignorant when I am clearly TRYING to get the facts and HOW could I have thought logically if I did not know of this. And I have never assumed I was right in any of this I have merely stated I believed Taiora was actually official thus I feel you are lashing out at me for hardly any reason. I have re- thought my earlier statement on other couples and I'm sorry if you pity people because the have a STRONG opinion. Like I said thanks for the info but next time please look at it from my point of view before you start assuming my personal character and having a dig at opinionated people, Please feel free to criticise my work I welcome it but please could you do it in a calmer and more truthful manner as your review sounded more personal than trying to point out my mistakes! If you still feel you need to clear some things do not hesitate to e-mail me!! o
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Heatix- Thanks but I'm not quite sure what glomp means but I'm hoping it expresses your eagerness for me to update.
Agumon2004- Thanks for waiting patiently I was going to finish the fic off then post it but I thought people will forget mistakes. So here is the second chapter! U
Next chapter.
Chapter 2: Identity
Slowly the child opened her eyes as the figure landed, they had been flying all night and much to the disappointment of the little girl she hadn't been able to keep awake. Suddenly though that didn't seem an issue as she forced herself awake to look at the surroundings.
"Wow." She breathed as she stretched her neck to see how high the castle actually went. The funny thing was that she was sure it was dawn yet the castle was surrounded by night. Shrugging it off as her imagination she scanned the long hallway she was being taken down, with in moments she found herself in a magnificent gothic hall. Amazingly life like creatures were carved into the walls, black jewels light the hall with a dim dark glow.
Minutes past as she was lead down yet another hallway, she clung closer as they approached a door in which opened instantly to reveal a beautiful room with carved black walls and a dim glow much like the others except at one side of the room was a dark framed bed with flowing silver blankets patterned with dainty black bats of all shapes and sizes. On one of the walls the child noticed what appeared to be a mirror its frame silver metal twisted into swirls and loops, the mirror instead of reflecting an image showed a crimson swirl moving on its own accord. But what really caught the little girls attention was a wide circular table in which stood a enormous miniature play land equipped with monsters off all shapes and sizes. Quickly scanning the wall she could see many shelf's on which stood dolls that had the same features as her, a few in particular caught her eye momentarily .
"You will have to wait here. I shall be back in a moment, you can wonder with in your room but do not touch the dolls on the table." The figure said sternly before turning towards the door.
"What about the dolls on the shelf." The little girl asked.
"Yes, you can play with them." The figure answered trying to leave as quickly as it could.
"Will, you come back?" The little girl asked her fiery eyes brimming catching the figure off guard.
"Yes child, now be content!" The figure said shutting and locking the door behind her.
Wandering over to the shelf she reached out in an attempt to reach the dolls, seeing she was too small she fetched a chair from the table. Standing on the chair her dainty hands could just reach a doll, pulling it down she had a closer look. The hair on the doll was wild resembling her own, placing her fingers on the head of the doll she traced the goggles with her diddy fingers.
Putting the doll down on the floor she reached for another, this one had a long flowing pink dress, like a princess a crown on her head indicated she was a brat but the little girl knew better. A friendly digimon had once told her a story of princesses princes, maidens and knights and already in her head idea's were forming as she traced the little pink hat the doll was holding.
Reaching for another doll she pulled down an red haired girl, her fiery eyes matched her own but without the hint of chocolate. Laying the doll in the palm of her hand she let her fingers run down the dolls face, taking in every detail was like a memory unfolded. The blue helmet, the clothes, the hair.
Running over to the bed she placed the dolls on the cover.
"You can be the princess." She said, naturally to the doll with the long pink princess gown.
"You can be the prince." She said picking up the doll with the goggles.
"And you....." She began holding the doll with the helmet flipping it upside down trying to find inspiration. "You can be the princesses' singer. Now I need one more.." She said running to the shelf and picking up another doll.
"You'll do!" She exclaimed in excitement clutching the blonde haired doll in her hand as she rushed over to the bed.
Placing the other doll on the bed she noticed the rebellious look in the blond haired dolls eyes, intrigued she took a closer look, inside his pocket was a little harmonica, instantly she saw rebellious nature of the doll.
"You can be the knight." She said laying him next to the 'singer'. Picking up the 'princess' doll she began to make her dance.
"Laaa laa laaa, I am a dancing princess. Who wishes to dance with me as the singer sings?" The little girl squeaked in the highest voice she could put on.
"I will." She said in a deep voice, picking up the 'prince' in her other hand making him dance with the 'princess'.
"I am a singer and I'm singing so everyone can dance." The little girl sang placing the 'prince' and 'princess' in one hand and picking up the 'singer'. "I'm singing my song because I think that knight over there loves me." She sang dropping the 'prince' and princess' dolls and picking up the 'knight'.
"Wow your beautiful. Want to dance." The 'knight' said.
"Yes sure." Said the 'singer'
"Hey want to dance to." The 'prince' asked the 'princess'.
"Humph! Sorry I'm taken." The 'princess' huffed.
"Now realising he loved the singer, the prince ran over to the knight." The little girl chirped as the narrator of her story.
"Want to dance?" The 'prince' asked the 'singer' who was dancing with the 'knight'.
"No you can't she's mine!" The 'knight' shouted.
"I'll fight you then!" The 'prince' exclaimed.
Picking up the 'prince' and 'knight' she bashed them together in a fighting motion.
"Stop! STOP!." The 'singer' squealed.
"Choose!" The 'knight' ordered.
"I choose you!" The 'singer' laughed kissing the 'prince'.
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW she kissed him!" The little girl giggled lost in her own little world.
"And the knight grew up and took his violent self down to the nearest disco and banged a new chick each night!" The figure exclaimed coming through the door. (A/N I hated saying that. For the record I mean does that sound like Matt I guess you could say..... Artistic License)
"Your back!" The little girl squealed jumping off the bed to hug the figure. "Look I made a story, come see!"
"I know child, do you know the dolls grew up?" The figure whispered.
"No, tell me the story I haven't heard that one!" She screeched sitting on the bed as the figure joined her.
"Ahhh but you have lived it my child." The figure said facing the child.
"This..... This is my story?" The girl asked eager to listen.
"Yes, watch the dolls my child." The figure soothed placing a hand over the dolls. Right before the girls eyes they dolls aged. Gone where the goggles, blue T-shirt and shorts in replacement where designer sunglasses, white top and jog bottoms. Gone was the pink flowing dress and pink hat, replaced for denim skirt and posh hand bag. Gone was the rebellious look and harmonica for anger, replaced by peace and a guitar strapped around his back. Gone was the helmet, the yellow top and jeans, replaced with baggy, denim, patterned dungarees that showed a bulge, her face an expression of despair.
"What's wrong with her?" The girl asked fearfully.
"I presume you mean the singer? She is in despair!" The figure replied.
"Why?" The girl asked her eyes reflecting her fear.
"She is having a child watch." Again the figure placed her hand over the doll and the bulge became a bundle.
"Is..... Is that me?" The girl asked.
"Yes."
"Why does she look angry?" The girl replied.
"Because this is a baby she did not want, a baby she hated, hated for being there, hated for being part of her and another."
"The 'prince'?" She whispered her voice shaken.
"Yes the very one. She loved him but never told him. She moved on and then she became pregnant with you. You were a reminder of what she could never have, who she longed for but was left with you. She wanted rid of you. She didn't want you there. One December night she took you to a cliff, crying you were, crying for her to hold you, to kiss you, to love you. Her anger boiled she hated your screams. She hated the noise you made. She hated the way you wouldn't quieten. So she made you silent. she watched as you blood began to pour over the cliff and trickle into the wind. She wanted to watch you die slowly as the wind sung your death. Eventually when the crying stopped she left."
"So why am I here." The girl cried a tear trickled down her cheek.
"You were transferred here as you had a substantial amount of data within you to form an egg."
"I don't believe you!" The girl screamed the anger and hurt she felt, to intense to take in.
"Watch, then you'll see." The figure said pointing to the mirror.
The spirals merged to form a picture of the 'singer' clutching a toddler lulling it to sleep, beside her was the 'prince' watching adoringly.
"My sleep my precious Malaika, mummy loves you." The 'singer' said lovingly.
"Nightie, night." The 'prince' said kissing the toddler on the forehead as its eyes drooped.
"Momma, can I have my lullaby." The toddler whispered.
"Sure honey,
I don't know
What words I can say
The wind has a way
To talk to me
Flowers sleep
A silent lullaby
I pray for reply
I'm ready
Quiet day calms me
Oh serenity
Someone
Please tell me
Oh moon, what is it, they say?
Maybe I will know one day--" She soothed as the toddlers soft snores told her she was asleep.
"THAT'S MY LULLABY!" The little girl screamed throwing the 'knight' at the mirror, which barely scratched it. "ITS MINE! ITS MINE!" She screamed in anger tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Child, there's no use damaging the mirror. I understand fully." The figure said casually enjoying the angry outburst.
"YOU DON'T YOU DON'T." The girl screamed watching as the 'singer' and 'prince' recited comforting words to the toddler, hugging and kissing her every so often.
"Child, please what is I do not understand, they are merely words recited in comfort for the loved one." The figure replied stressing the words 'loved one'.
"I CRIED WHEN MOMMA CRIED, WHEN MOMMA WANTED HIM, I WAS THERE AND SHE SANG I WAS IN HER TUMMY AND SHE SANG, SHE SANG WHEN I DIED. ITS MY LULLABY. ITS MINE." The girl screamed the words uncontrolled, her mind a mass of tangled threads, didn't have the answer to these words. Though she knew in her soul they were right.
"And what if it is?" The figure said aggravating the child.
"IT IS. ALL I WANTED WAS FOR THEM TO LOVE ME AND KISS ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING'S OKAY! I HATE THEM I HATE THEM!" She cried her tears thick and fast the words tumlind from her tortured soul rather than her mind. "CHANGE THEM BACK, CHANGE THEM BACK, SO THEY'RE BACK TO NORMAL CHANGE THEM BACK!"
"I assume you mean the dolls." The figure said casually.
"CHANGE THEM BACK, CHANGE THEM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed throwing the 'singer' and the 'prince' at the mirror making the mirror return to its original swirls.
Changing the dolls back the figure left the little girl exiting the room smirking. Walking down the hallway all that could be heard were the sobs of the child,
"I HATE THEM. CHANGE THEM BACK. I HATE THEM!"
"I HATE THEM. CHANGE THEM BACK!"
"THEY HATE ME!"
"I HATE THEM!"
To be continued
Phew, I hoped you liked the chapter!
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Keep smiling
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